I swallowed, trying hard to reduce the heat that had flowed to my cheeks. My heart was on a race against it's own self, and it was almost dizzying.I turned around. He had gone into the kitchen. I turned and walked around the sitting room, touching the small figurines arranged on the desk. The small shelf to the left was filled with books I could never dream of reading. Science books and things I have never seen before.I stood up and went further around the house, remembering that it was indeed his father's. The man who had brought me back here. The man who could undo all of this.I walked around the rooms. They were mostly normal, and I could tell which one Luke stayed in.The last room looked a little abandoned, though and I walked to it. The door knocked came open immediately I pushed down, and I slowly walked in, assessing the place. It looked like an old study that had been cleared out, except for a few papers strewn around, and not much else.I bent to pick one of the papers

I swallowed, then took a step backwards, my back hitting the door. I blinked as he came forward, his hair covering part of his eyes.We were both soaking wet and dripping and he gave a small smile. "Is this..." he started to say, then looked down across my face, then back up. "The part where we kiss?"I bit down on my lips, my breath stopping in my throat. He leaned forward, his hand on the door beside me, until his face was a mere eyelash away from me.I swallowed, his eyes holding mine in place. They were dark, and the intensity in them knocked my breath out of me.He looked down at my lips again, briefly breaking our eye contact, then looked back up to me."Are you enthralled enough?" he asked again, his eyes darting across both of mine, as if he needed to take note of each and everything that might pass by in my gaze.I swallowed again, blinking. He smiled and leaned away from me, then got a towel from the small cabinet. He then wrapped the towel around me, then opened the door

Luke watched me keenly as I walked around, making sure I don't forget anything. I knew I didn't have much to forget, I just wanted to stay a little longer. It would be weird for me to stay, but I knew I didn't want to leave either."Do you really have to leave?" he said, walking up to me. He looked downcast, and his eyes bored into mine."I can't stay, Luke. I have other things to do."He blinked and gave a small sigh. "Just until evening?"I shook my head. "Sorry, Luke."He gave a small smile of defeat and nodded. "It's fine. Nothing to apologize for. I had a great time thanks to you."I smiled and he walked away to pack the cookies he said he would, even though I wasn't sure I would have the appetite to eat them now.I swallowed as he came back, then handed it to me. I stretched my hand to collect it, but he moved it away and pulled me to him instead. He held me in his arms, and I naturally buried my face in his shoulder. He felt warm and nice, and I perceived the beautiful scent

I let myself slowly sink to the floor as I heard Luke backing out of the front porch. I could feel my heart breaking even before I could let myself be in love with him, the pain filling my mind before I even let the love begin.But that was how we were bound to end up. In pain, in love, in sadness, and in hurt. This was a love story that could never happen, a love story we shouldn't even begin.But he didn't know that. To him, I was just a girl who was here, who helped him, and who, he, probably, slowly, felt something for.I swallowed as Bernice came out of my room and she folded her hands, her eyes watching me sympathetically."Are you that in love?" I looked up to her and shook my head using the back of my hands to wipe my tears away."I have never seen you cry twice for anything. Not me, not your parents...nothing and no one. But you can't even stop crying now."I looked up at her, my chest heaving. "What do I do?"She looked at me with all the seriousness in the world. "Go be

I leaned on the door, tears welling up in my eyes again. It baffles me how many times I had cried already, as if I was paying the price for not crying much before this. His fragrance and the essence of his touch lingered, long after he was gone, and it threatened to drive me crazy. A little too crazy, more than I already was.Like a log, I dragged myself back to bed, fully intending to let myself just wallow in the sadness my heart felt, at least for today.I watched the sunset in earnest, hoping he was seeing it too, hoping that at least, the hope that I was watching too would heal him. And heal me too. My phone didn't buzz with a message or a call, and I knew he had the right to not call. It still hurt a little and I had to slap my hands every time I reached for my phone. I drifted off to sleep on a cloud of my sadness, and when I woke up, it was already 11 a.m. I sat up on the bed for a while, trying to make sense of my surroundings. My eyes landed on the small calendar on the b